Not Alone

By the mossy runnel sitting,
    Singing by the mossy stone,
    See the joyous Little One,
Where the bird & bee are flitting,
    Seeming lone, but not alone.

Fairy people to the fancies
    Oer the twinkling waters shown,
    By her murmured undertone
Modulate this cheery dances,
    Gladdening her, not her alone.

Sylphides rocking in the lilies,
    Nestling in the buds wallows,
    Growing with a mellow drone,
Tell the Nymph that down the rill is,
    “Sister ours is she alone.”

And the Naiad on the water,
    Fairies than the lily, prove, –
In the sparkles round her sown,
Sends a laugh up to their daughter
    Seen & heard by her alone.

Something in the liquid quiver, 
    Something in the breeze’s moan,
    Something from the oak oergrown
With its mossy heard, can give her
    Fellowship when all alone.

With a glory in the glory,
    Subtle shapes to Sense unknown,
    Floating in a luminous love
Round her young life’s palace doorway,
    Leave her never quite alone.

Seems it as an Angel blesse’d,
    Stooping from his beryl throne,
    Took her small hand in his own,
And the happy child carese’d,
    As she sits & sings, alone.

All her words are child-like simple,
    And her tune goes twittering on
    Just the same, when words are none,
Like the clear pools trembly dimple
    Where a pebble drops alone.

Looking up with innocent wonder
    For the glory round her thrown,
    Blue eyes in hers, glimpsing down,
Shed love’s lightning without thunder,
    And she feels she’s not alone.

In thy vision, darling Minnie,
    Taught to look beyond our Love,
    Though he led thee to his throne
By those dimpled fingers tiny,
    I could feel too, not alone!